The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Yuan Ye and the other man left the stall and continued to walk inside. Zhu Feng tightened his cloak and complained in his heart that Lingjue City was really a ghost place. It was snowing just a few months ago. If the capital city was the Chen in Chenliang, then this place was the Liang in Chenliang.

"Master, where are we going to stay tonight? We can't sleep on the streets after entering the city." Zhufeng said with a smile on his face.

"When we come to Lingjue City, of course we have to go to Fangping Tavern."

"Ah? Pub? We are going to the pub!" Zhufeng looked up at Yuan Ye in disbelief.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you order that crappy pancake?" Zhufeng felt so regretful.

"I just want to take a break and take a look at the lives of ordinary people in Lingjue City. Ordering those things is just a cover-up. And the boss, where would he let you sit if I didn't order something?" Yuan Ye said in a calm tone but still couldn't help but curling up the corners of his mouth.

Because those two broken pancakes were many times more expensive than those in Beijing, Yuanye only ate a few bites symbolically, but Zhufeng thought it was a waste and ate the whole thing, almost choking.

The further you go into Lingjue City, the more lively it becomes, or rather, the noisier it becomes. Zhufeng keeps frowning, not daring to let his guard down, feeling that danger could occur at any moment.

He had been bumped into countless times during this short walk. The first few times, Zhufeng was ready to draw his sword, but his own prince was very steady and didn't want to care at all. Zhufeng could only walk forward while being bumped into.

Finally, I arrived at "Fang Ping". It was too far from what I imagined, at most it was a little higher than the house next to it. The dark red characters "Fang Ping" on a dark wooden board were also blurred by the wind and sand.

Zhu Feng looked up and first thought that the use of the color red was an act of presumption. Then he also thought it was strange that this tavern in Lingjue City was named after a "water town".

After pushing open the broken wooden door, I found another door inside. There was a table between the two doors. Behind the table sat a man also hidden in a black robe, and next to him was a big knife stained with blood.

Yuan Ye took out a purse from his arms and threw it on the table. The man touched it and pulled the rope above his head, and then the exquisite door behind him was opened from the inside.

In just a moment, it was as if I had stepped into an unspeakable dream.

Zhu Feng was a little shocked for a moment but still followed Yuan Ye in. It was still very lively, but it was so gorgeous that it seemed that once you walked in, you would fall.

It gives people the illusion that this entire city supports this store and all the good things are here.

Some graceful girls were walking in the noise. Near the door there were some big tables with a lot of people sitting around them, laughing and shouting in a mess.

But the girls always had charming smiles on their faces, holding gold and silver wine utensils in their hands, and wearing clothes as thin as cicada wings.

Zhufeng kept his head down. He was not a pure, conservative, good family man, but the girls were wearing too little and if he was not careful, he would see their snow-white, slender arms and legs.

"My lords, please come to the front." A servant came over. His words "please come to the front" attracted the attention of those sitting around the big table. Under everyone's gaze, the two walked to the front.

The further forward you go, the smaller the tables are, the fewer people there are, and the more elegant they are. But the closer you get to the performance stage, the more awkward it feels. The girls serving tea and wine below are already wearing very little, and the ones on the stage are even harder to look at.

But when he looked at Yuan Ye, his face was expressionless and calm.

As soon as the two of them sat down, the servant asked, "What would you like to eat, sirs?"

"Wine and meat." Yuan Ye replied indifferently.

"Okay!" The servant answered promptly but did not move a step. He just stood there like a pole. Yuan Ye took out a small ingot of gold from his arms and threw it to the man.

"I'll do it right away, please wait a moment." This time the man went downstairs swiftly in small steps.

"Why do you want money? How big a meal can you buy with this gold?" Zhufeng's eyes were fixed on the boy's back.

"Those were the entrance fees, otherwise you would have seen them in vain?" Yuan Ye's eyes swept over those graceful figures.

Zhufeng felt depressed, humph, but even if you pay me, I still don’t dare to watch it.

As soon as he entered the city, Zhufeng kept muttering, saying this was expensive and that was expensive, which made Yuanye annoyed.

"Didn't Yuan Yi give you gold? Why are you still so stingy?" Yuan Ye asked.

"Gold, oh, I donated the gold. I'm the only one in my family and I can't use it, so I gave it to the orphanage." Zhufeng smiled embarrassedly after saying this.

Yuan Ye was a little surprised that Zhufeng would do this. "Then you will become a living god."

"Well, I donated it as your master, and you are also the god.

"The gold was given by Yuan Yi and you did it. What does it have to do with me?" Yuan Ye didn't quite understand what this kid meant.

"Didn't Lord Bai say that if you want to be a king, you must fight externally and maintain peace at home? Just appease the people and have a good reputation." Zhufeng scratched his head, not knowing if what he said was right.

Yuan Ye was slightly stunned. He really didn't expect that those military generals were shouting for war and killing every day around him, and the civil officials were talking about the way of the emperor in his ears, but he didn't care at all. But the one next to him took note.

"Okay, I'll have a drink with you later." Yuan Ye said with a smile. Yuan Ye smiled happily this time, really happily.

After all, those who use their hands know that those who use their brains should be celebrated.